You know what three flights of stairs, twice daily, will do? I will tell you. It will draw you a colourful illustrated map of your body, and how your ~fitness~ is an illusion, a comforting lie you once told yourself, a throwback to a previous decade when your knees didn't crack at a startling volume, and when you and lactic acid were distant penpals. These days, after I ascend my four floor walk-up to my front door, I arrive short of breath, grinning with a soul-deep knowledge that if the zombie apocalypse kicked off
There was a lot of squealing
There was a lot of squealing
There was a lot of squealing
You know what three flights of stairs, twice daily, will do? I will tell you. It will draw you a colourful illustrated map of your body, and how your ~fitness~ is an illusion, a comforting lie you once told yourself, a throwback to a previous decade when your knees didn't crack at a startling volume, and when you and lactic acid were distant penpals. These days, after I ascend my four floor walk-up to my front door, I arrive short of breath, grinning with a soul-deep knowledge that if the zombie apocalypse kicked off